1. Phoning a Stranger to Masturbate With


    Date: 8/5/2018, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: Fridagirl, Source: xHamster

    'From small acorns, grow large Oaks', or how about, 'Sowing seeds of despair'. Sounds like an opening line from 'Gardeners World', but there is an earthiness about this problem I have had since my c***dhood, and it is mired with sex. 'Self abuse', my old priest once said during a confession, 'You were the man in my dream Father', that small statement from a girl of eight, spoke volumes of the woman about to emerge from her first decade on this earth, I had confessed about my masturbatory habits to a supposedly celibate man, not that I was truly 'Dipping my Fingers' or 'Polishing my Pearl', it was the reaction I wanted, that was my thing, shocking my sex object, that's what tipped me over the edge, and it continued into my teens, and does so today, in my adulthood. Hearing a female confess to things sexual, titillates men, that's why I write my perversions and fantasies on here for you to read, can you image your phone ringing and it's me, 'What would you ask me, if were willing to answer truthfully'? I was the girl, amongst the row of female bottoms, 'Mooning', on the motorway from the Bedford Van, heading South, they showed their bottoms, I was the girl who's panties were lower, reaching behind and pulling my cheeks and Labia open, revealing more than my Gluttonous Maxi, I was serious about letting men see more, getting off on the shocked expressions of the occupants we were flashing. Too much of anything is not good for you, be it, food, alcohol, d**gs, and in my case, ...
    fantasy sex.That very first phone call It was a Sunday evening and I had retired to bed early, I was bored and had been watching a movie on my iPad. I speed dialled a girlfriend and a man's voice answered. 'Can I speak to Sam (Samantha) I asked politely, it's Emma'? 'She's gone out with some black guy', he replied, with a small chuckle, I never quite really knew Sam's f****y as I assumed it was her dad. I joined in with a laugh of my own, then he said more seriously, 'She really has gone out Emma, and left her phone, that's why I'm answering it'. My heart sank, a mixture of loneliness and jealousy swept over me, then his voice came back, 'Where are you Emma', he was calling me by my name, it sounded nice and personal? 'I'm in bed', I replied, thinking nothing about saying such a thing, my mind was already at ease, thinking this man was my friends father. 'I am too', he retorted, 'fancy that, an old man and a beautiful teenage girl in bed together at the same time'? 'We're not together', I hastily interjected, and he laughed. 'Technically we are though', he came back, his play on the word 'technically', bore some truth. 'Technically then we are', I conceded, 'enjoy the experience', I added, and when I said it, the retaliation I was in conversation with a grown man, in my bed, stirred something of old deep inside me. 'What would Sam say if she walked in and saw us in bed together', he queried? I was silent, my free hand was delving down the front of my panties, I knew this call ...
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